At this time, the sky of Shanghai has been clouded, the heavy breath has gradually disappeared, and the sky can finally not bear the heavy rain and wind to do what it wants, and has decided to punish the wind and rain that have made Shanghai suffer for too long.

And Mo Feng, who hadn't slept all night, was riding his battered bicycle slowly, driving in the early morning, or early in the morning, when it had returned to calm.

Although the weather has gotten better, Mo Feng's heart is not getting better, green hat, money is thrown, he has not slept all night.

At this time, Mo Feng was riding a bicycle, as if he was about to fall asleep, and his upper and lower eyelids kept kissing, with affection, but Mo Feng used his own methods to try his best to stop this compatible couple.

"You're my little apple,

I can't love you too much,

The little red face warms my heart,

The fire that lit up my life.

You're my little apple,

It's like the most beautiful cloud in the sky."

Mo Feng sang loudly along the way, wanting to let go of his emotions completely and let himself be like a little apple.

But Mo Feng's own heart is the clearest, he knows his heart, his own thoughts, and his thoughts about sleeping.

Finally, Mo Feng rode a tattered bicycle and returned to the house where he had lived for six years, of course, Hui Menglan lived for 6 years, but in these 6 years, Mo Feng did not touch Menglan, because Mo Feng longed for the perfect combination with Menglan when he spent candle nights in the cave room.

But now that it is in the past, it is too late to regret it, but Mo Feng does not regret the decision he made, this is a choice, since he has chosen, he will not choose, he will regret the choice he made.

Mo Feng parked the tattered bicycle downstairs, and then walked into the dilapidated building with a tired look, when Mo Feng walked to his room, the tired look immediately dissipated, and what was floating was full of thoughts, past thoughts, sweet and sour thoughts.

Mo Feng took out the key with a trembling palm, trembled and inserted the key into the keyhole, and opened the door tremblingly, and the creaking sound of the door opening immediately resounded in Mo Feng's ears.

The voice was so familiar, so happy, so sweet.

Thousands of thoughts immediately appeared in my mind, every time I got out of school, every time I got off work, every time I came back from playing, and so on, the moment I opened the door with Menglan***, countless moments, all of them invaded Mo Feng's mind for a while.

Mo Feng pushed the door and walked in with an ugly look, Mo Feng's dark black eyes stared at the room with only two rooms, looking at the small space, but recalling the sweetness of the past, whether it was a pendulum, a dining table, or a pictorial plastered with Zhang Genshuo, Mo Feng liked Zhang Genshuo the most, the not very big room was all pasted all over the wall, or the golden pig piggy bank placed in front of the bedside table, it was so familiar, but Mo Feng, who came back alone, felt inexplicably strange.

Mo Feng closed the door, walked slowly to the kitchen, picked up the kitchen knife, and thousands of thoughts came out again, the scene of cooking with Menglan, the scene of the two laughing.

Mo Feng slowly put down the kitchen knife, walked out of the kitchen, walked to a green cabinet with a sad expression, picked up the photo frame of himself and Menglan on the cabinet, and looked at himself hugging Menglan's bright smile on his face, Menglan's charming smile.

For a while, Mo Feng's eyes were moistened again, Mo Feng really wanted to prevent himself from crying, and if he wanted to flow in his heart, who could control it at this time, two hot and heartbreaking tears burst out of his eyes, crossing his already haggard face, Mo Feng, who was only 25 years old at this time, actually looked so old, tearful heartbreak, painful loneliness.

The eclectic Mo Feng is really painful at this time.

Mo Feng slumped to the ground, leaning against the green cabinet, rubbing the traces of time, and turning his back to the feelings of six years.

Mo Feng hugged the photo frame and began to cry bitterly, really crying, crying very loudly, heartbreaking crying, rendering every inch of the room, every object, every trace of love.

Mo Feng cried bitterly while holding the photo frame, with no other emotions, only the words sad.

I don't know how long it took, the new day finally arrived, the sun that rested overnight, once again showed its head from the east, jumped up the cliffs of the east, crossed the mountains, and instantly illuminated the east, bringing warm sunshine to the world, for the city that was washed by the heavy rain all night, bringing real comfort and warmth, for the earth that was eroded and ravaged by the heavy rain and the wind, the cold and impermanent earth brought that piece of light, penetrated into the surface and only rushed to the center of the earth.

At this time, Mo Feng seemed to have dried his tears, and the tears on his face had dried up, but the traces of heartbreak were still painted on his face, as if they had seeped under his face.

Mo Feng's eyes were already red, and he slowly took out half a box of seven wolves that had been soaked in rain from his pocket, then opened the cigarette box that no longer had any color, took out a soaked cigarette, and put the cigarette into his mouth with a trembling palm.

Mo Feng immediately felt a deep coolness, that kind of sad coolness, a biting coolness.

Mo Feng, who was holding a cigarette, involuntarily remembered in his mind that whenever he smoked, Menglan would snatch the cigarette from his mouth and throw it into the trash can, and Menglan's angry look at that time clearly appeared.

At this time, Mo Feng actually smiled, although it was unusually bitter and indescribably bitter.

Mo Feng took out the lighter from the cigarette case, and after a few hits, he couldn't hit it, and finally with the unremitting efforts of Touch Feng, the lighter finally lit without how many times, and then Xiang wanted to light the cigarette that had been in his mouth for a long time, so that Mo Feng's helpless situation happened again, no matter whether the blue or yellow light of the lighter could not ignite the somewhat decadent cigarette in his mouth.

Maybe it's because he has been soaked in water and is a little damp, but obviously Mo Feng wants to compete with the already decadent smoke, and keeps igniting, but Mo Feng's movements are equally decadent and weak.

Mo Feng didn't light it for a long time, ", I don't believe it." Mo Feng said angrily at the smoke with a cigarette in his mouth.

As soon as the words fell, Mo Feng stood up, slowly walked to the bathroom, plugged in the red hair dryer, and then used the smallest wind to start blowing the decadent cigarette that was holding his hand from his mouth, but the other thing happened that Mo Feng collapsed, and the crumbling cigarette that was decadent itself was about to break, and it was blown off by Mo Feng like this.

After Mo Feng said a few more words, he used a hair dryer to face the seven wolf cigarette boxes placed next to the washbasin and began to blow, as if Mo Feng was really interested, and began to happily blow cigarettes with the hair dryer.

Maybe this is because Mo Feng wants to get rid of the loneliness in his heart, or maybe Mo Feng really wants to smoke.

After a while, Mo Feng unplugged the switch of the hair dryer and put down the hair dryer, but at the moment of direction, Mo Feng actually remembered that a Miao Man's figure was blowing wet black hair, it was so charming and tempting, but he resisted this fatal temptation at that time.

Mo Feng quickly took a dried cigarette, then slowly walked to the balcony, took out another cigarette, put it in his mouth, quickly took a lighter and lit the cigarette, and lit the lonely cigarette as he wished, and the heartbroken person began to smoke a lonely and somewhat desolate cigarette.

The hazy and confused smoke ring spit out from Mo Feng's mouth, slowly drifting into the air, just met the dazzling light, there was an inexplicable scene, but in Mo Feng's eyes, the so-called love was slowly dissipating, disappearing in the light, perhaps easily destroyed and broken by something that everyone wanted to have.

At this time, Mo Feng smoked a cigarette, puffed out smoke rings, stared at the sun that had just risen, and a hint of thinking appeared on his somewhat haggard face.

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